Event || Revelations

[melodiesmods]

Characters: All the Heroes of Light and their Moogles.
Where: Order's Sanctuary, The Interdimensional Rift and their Homeworlds.
When: August 03rd - August 30th

Summary: Following the battle against Palitutu, all the Heroes of Light were transported into the Interdimensional Rift. They were told by Palitutu they would have to find her to prove they can break the cycle-- But before they could reach their destination, a malevolent entity from the Rift stripped them from their immortality...

And now, they woke up in a decaying and dying world, most specifically in a place called Order's Sanctuary. From there they are ready to jump... Into their homeworlds! Feel free to use this post for the Mingle at Order's Sanctuary and should your homeworld be the stage for the Heroes of Lights' next adventures, feel free to make a thread for it and as many sub-thread as necessary! Please refer to the OOC Post for questions and plotting.

Warning: Whatever you come up with.

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[not_most_days]

Mary took note of what Jack was looking through. Photographs were another thing beyond her time, and while she'd been made familiar with future developments by other Heroes and by different things across Crystallis, she didn't really have the connection to make. She could tell they were important to him though, and that's what mattered.

"Sonic...Seems like a useful tool. You're sure it's alright if I take it?" It'd certainly be of use. Especially when she didn't have her Thief job equipped. Her voice remained light but she watched the way he moved around the room, the care he took with the tie, the tapping on the desk. She'd ask him about this, but not until later. His every movement in this room felt almost too...sacred to interrupt.

She was silent for a moment as she considered his question, her eyes going to the photographs, the desk drawer. He'd lost someone he cared about, someone who was still alive at this point. That's what she could read from this. Spinning the sonic screwdriver in her fingers she slowly paced around the perimeter of the office.

"I might. The temptation is there. To be honest I didn't think much of him when we met. The man was impulsive and greedy and put other people's lives on the line for his own sense of profit. Seemed he was trying to find a way to get rich and prove himself to his wife's father, but the longer he spent at sea the further he drifted from her and the grander the treasure he found himself seeking to bridge the gap. All he really needed to do was go home, I expect."

Finding the button on the sonic again she gave it a tap, nodding at the little whirring noise it made.

"Hunting the Observatory became his obsession. I tried to encourage him to work with the rest of the Brotherhood, that our goals were aligned even if different. I expect the Sage I was chasing was the one who wound up landing him in prison. And Edward wouldn't have even escaped if it wasn't for the rescue that was mounted for my own sake." She sighed, remembering the look in his eyes in those last moments.

"I don't know what he did from there, but I don't think I could do any more than I have to try to save him. I suppose the real temptation would be to find a way to remain in that world and then replace myself when the time came, but that would mean turning my back on all of you and the situation on Crystallis. I couldn't count myself as an Assassin any longer if I did that." She bit her lip. She drifted a bit from his question, but she had an answer for him.

"When we wound up in Aqures Tosf, you warned us to take care of doing anything that might alter the future. That trying to intercede in historical events might change things for the worse." She recalled a few Heroes being frozen in crystal when they tried as well.

"The Creed states that 'Everything is Permitted.' When Kenway first heard it he laughed. Called it an invitation to do whatever he pleased. But that's not what it means. It's a call to be wise. In life we may make any decision we choose, but that doesn't mean it's without consequence. Just because you can do something doesn't always mean you should. The freedom to do something is entwined with the responsibility of understanding and accepting the consequences."

Slipping the screwdriver into her pocket she looked him in the eye, "If you do what you're thinking, no matter how happy it makes you, can you live with the consequences of it? Can your friend live with it? Can everyone you know live with it?"

[theendiswherewestartfrom]

Jack listens very carefully to Mary's story, her tone pries his eyes away from the photographs to get his full attention. Situation wasn't quite what Jack had thought, but he can all too clearly see a man drifting further and further away from his goal by doing what he thought would lead him closer to it.

Everything is permitted? "There's no- rule set for how we do things at Torchwood. I have been making this up as I go along for the last century and a half." And in that moment Jack gets a faraway look in his eye that makes him seem very old.

He puts a hand to his own chest. "Either way, I don't get to reap the benefits of this. This isn't to make me happy. I still have to live with what I did. One wrong choices that lead to an even more wrong choice. Because I didn't know the cost."

Jack looks back down at the photos that he holds in his hand. "Maybe that's what I actually wanted. If I knew the cost, would I still make the same decision? Maybe all I'm doing is giving myself the chance to make the same mistake all over again. I can live with it. I always live with it."

"But he can't live without the consequences."

So, it's wrong, it's terrible, it goes against everything that Jack has ever done before. But he is still going to do it. He shuts the desk drawer and very carefully tucks the photos into the inner pocket of his coat.

"Keep the screwdriver." Jack smirks. "You'll get more use out of it than I ever did."

Jack finds the crates that he had come up here for, and after a moment of thought, he opens a panel behind his desk. There are a few pieces of tech that required his handprint in order to be able to unlock, which he sweeps into the bottom of one of the crates. Muttering something about an idea.

He gives one last smile to Mary, as if to try to convince her that he's okay. Really. "Thank you."

Jack emerges from his office, too distracted to notice where some of his compatriots have hidden pilfered items. He holds up the packing crates that Duster asked for, "This should help us transport everything back."

Lydia and Betel-po, on the other hand, have found one last discovery. It looks like a data drive, something so insignificant that Chiaki passed it over, but for some reason it's calling to Lydia. If she ever explores what's on it, she'll find a backup of the legacy of Toshiko Sato, including her final message to the team, one that she knew would be delivered after her death.

Jack plunks the crates down on the top of a table. "Maybe we should go check the...." And then he trails off, staring at one of the monitors on Gwen's desk, the one that is showing the CCTV of what is happening above on the Plas. His entire face lights up, and he whispers a single word.

"Doctor......"

With no other explanation, Jack takes off running the way they entered, charging up the stairs at full speed.